This is an excerpt from my mom's diary, only she can explain how this felt:
"Well I have had the tests, I've even had the op. Ovarian Cancer. I don't know if I can even spell it right. It's invaded my body and I'm not sure how to spell it correctly. For two days I've planned my funeral in my head. It looks pretty gloomy.
I've a malignant Tumor on one overy, a growth on the other. the cancer has spread to some fatty tissues that runs across the stomach. they will remove the overy and the fallopian tubes and the womb. The problem may be that the Tumor is stuck to the bowel. After the op I feel fine. I don't feel as though they have taken much. They haven't...not even one overy.
I'm to have eight sessions of chemo in-between they will try to operate again.